Break
For the last time, White Bone Spirit was willing to trade her final life for Sun Wukong's awakening.
Without hesitation.
Early the next morning, Tang Sanzang and his group packed their luggage and prepared to leave the area.
They continued westward.
After traveling more than ten li along mountain roads, they were just about to leave White Tiger Ridge when a thatched hut suddenly appeared ahead.
Sun Wukong muttered, "Why would there be a Thatched Cottage in this desolate wilderness? Strange."
Pigsy said unhappily, "Maybe it belongs to that female benefactor and the old woman from before."
Tang Sanzang unconsciously nodded as well, clearly agreeing with Pigsy's view.
Sun Wukong snorted and could not be bothered to respond.
"Master, look. There seems to be someone standing at the entrance of that Thatched Cottage."
The usually taciturn Sandy spoke up.
Everyone looked over, and sure enough, a little old man was standing by the door with a cane.
"Come, let's go see what's going on."
Led by Tang Sanzang, they headed toward the Thatched Cottage.
As they approached the little old man, Tang Sanzang took the initiative to ask, "Old man, what happened? Why are you standing here alone?"
At those words, the little old man began shedding tears sorrowfully. "To be honest, Grandmaster, my old wife and younger daughter did not return all night. This old man is truly worried, afraid that they may have met with some misfortune. That is why I have been waiting for them here."
"My younger daughter is only sweet sixteen and still unmarried. What if something happened to her?"
"And my old wife has trouble walking. What if she fell off a cliff? If I am left all alone, how am I supposed to live?"
Tang Sanzang felt deeply troubled upon hearing this.